The Bakery
Pollen bread tastes like
the strangeness in the sun's rays
striking blinding white
surfaces, color
stripes, the opinionated
shaping of flower
flour - how can this be?
Only if faerie relents
and bakes up new loaves.
July 26, 2010 7:28 PM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.